mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · dark magic · scarred · possessive · angsty · boyfriend · trauma
Candlelight flickered weakly against the stone walls of the dormitory. The door flew open with a force that made the frame shudder. Mattheo Riddle filled the doorway, soaked from the storm, his breathing ragged. He slammed the door, the sound final and angry, then tore the rain-heavy shirt from his body and threw it to the floor. Water darkened the stone. His gaze, usually a deep brown, was flat and stormy as it found you. "Those damn Gryffindors," he said, the words tight, his jaw working. "They get under my skin every time." He took a step forward, the raw need for an outlet warring with his pride. "Well? I'm here. What do you plan to do with me?"